Everyone's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the figure seated upon the throne of bones, because barring any surprises, he was likely the leader of the Lizardman Army, and perhaps even the King of the lizard people.
If those ugly-looking, ferocious thieves who dwell in the swamps even had a king.
Just like his subjects, the guy had a long mouth on the top of his head, but in terms of physique, he wasn't much sturdier than the lizard people around him; in fact, his exposed skin looked rather delicate and tender.
Miss Rabbit even doubted if his skin was better than hers.
Could such a sophisticated king really command such a large group of brutal lizard people?
As if answering her question, just as the group of lizard people was about to come within range of the longbows, they suddenly stopped in their tracks.
Without distinguishing between men and women, old and young, the entire procession of thousands prostrated themselves, worshipping the figure on the bone throne.
